Facts

Each one Teach one

Mass incarceration
Slaving the blacks
Monogamy is a joke
That's a stationery fact
Stay off the cracks
That's for the youngings
You know the saying, that shit will
break your mother's back
I only fuck with dime pieces
Straight Mona Lisa's
Don't be a thot
Just cause your mother name you peaches
That ain't no reason
Uh
Hold up
Straight of the block
Kids popping mollies
Somebody pray for him
But the judge already got em
Damn
Cell berry white
He took his life
Cause in the cell
Getting touch every night
The Glock itches
So he squeezed very tight
Them step Kid's scar
That's a very scary sight
Self investment is the best investment
You know them public school don't ever teach the message
They wanna see us fail to reach a higher learning
Education is the wealth equates to higher earnings
I thought that we were better than a streeting thug
We sell it but we blame the one who feeding drugs
Affect our very block with them cracks
That's the real hurdle we ain't speaking of
The culture wouldn't pose to learn from the street
Grandma told me boy be careful what you speak
Them pastors was known for judging kids
I mean touch
Boy be careful what you preach
At the mercy of the priest
Black lives matters but kill by the police
Be discreet like the white girls with the pills
Fourteen shots instead they hang me like Emmett Till
They kill
Still with no feels
Ma niggas kills for the slaves owners on the bills
For real
What's the protocol when they call you
They don't value our lives
expecting us to be loyal
In history slaves was bought
Expected us to be cordial
Fuck you
And fuck what his story taught you
They make us dance like "yes masta"
Still dancing for the masta, plus don't own our masters.
They got the nerve to tell me stop preaching you Pastor
You BASTARDS



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Writer(s): Sketch Baptisme
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